| I met a little boy, he asked me, «Where are we now?»
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| I met a little girl, she asked me if I was proud
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| Of what I had become and what the world would allow
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| I might put up a fight, but yet I’m still losing ground
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| If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears a sound
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| Did it really ever happen at all? |
| Did it really ever happen at all?
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| I’ll tell you this: I put the work in daily, so it’s my belief, I can’t fall
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| As we go into the well of the black pool of genius, August Greene
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| Time meets worth, rhyme beats birth of a new day, born again
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| Good mornin', these beginnings never form an end
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| Crowns of righteousness not to see the thorns again
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| I argue with my aura, am I born to win or born to sin?
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| Maybe both, contribute to daily growth, oath is taken like Liam Neeson
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| Somebody take my daughter, they gon' cease from breathin'
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| They body snatchin' black girls in DC
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| Politics and propaganda on the TV
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| Distractions, distractin' us from action
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| It’s time for some, time for some passion
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| There’s a time for patience, a time for communication
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| A time for formation, a time when it’s overflow, and a time when it’s wastin'
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| They say time’s on our side like a hip replacement
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| This shine that I wear is from them times in the basement
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| A time to rebuild, a time to be ill, a time to be still, a time that we heal
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| On the mountain top, the youth from the fountain drop
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| Thoughts about being forever young, it’s like a deacon never ever sung
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| With the choir, this is praise and worship, everyday’s a circus
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| I walked the tight rope, tryna find a way to work it
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| Yeshua paid for our sins, that’s the greatest purchase
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| To keep it 100, we made imperfect
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| What I strive for is what I live for
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| Studied the lessons, now the lesson is to give more
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| And endure trials with style like Johnnie Cochran
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| I rap with a gift that can’t be boxed in, winnin' is the doctrine
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| Starin' time in the face, I guess that I’m a watchman
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| My father created time, yes I’ma watch him
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| Locked in, tryna get out of a sunken place
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| A blackness that ain’t defined by time and space |